♥ Fuck Frost [Deception III vs. Frost]

[Arianny DeLise]

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Arianny Blake was currently in solitary confinement at the San Francisco Police Department. She had been there since Sunday and it was currently Wednesday morning. She had waived her right to make a phone call. No one was coming for her, and she didn’t care. Arianny was perfectly content to sit there alone, in the smallest and darkest cell the prison had to offer. She was currently sat in the corner, facing the only bit of light the cell had. In her hand was a piece of underwire she had pulled from her bra. She was scratching it into the concrete wall.

Arianny only moved when she heard the key go inside the lock of her door. She got to her feet, moved in front of what she had been doing, and placed her foot on top of the underwire to hide it. Placing her hands behind her back, she gave the door a serene, angelic smile.

“Holy fuck. What a shithole.”

The voice of Shawn DeLise caused the blond beauty to lose her smile pretty quickly. Officer Young, the cunt who had arrested Arianny, seemed just as annoyed as our princess.

“Looks like this man is actually your boyfriend, Blake.” Her voice was dripping with malice. Officer Young turned to Shawn. “I am only letting you in here because my superior gave me no other choice. You have ten minutes and I will make sure nothing is exchanged between the two of you.”

“Fucking bitch,” he muttered as Officer Young left and locked the door behind her.

“Well at least we agree on something,” Arianny remarked and bent down to retrieve the underwire. She sat back down in the corner and went to scraping at the wall again.

Shawn looked at his girlfriend’s back and for once found himself at a loss for words. It had been a long two weeks for him. He had spent the majority of it wishing he could go back in time and rip the voicebox out of Arianny’s throat so she could never make the match for Deception.

“How the fuck did it get to this?”

Arianny merely shrugged. Shawn approached her with caution and sat down on the edge of the tiny cot that was supposed to serve as a bed. He could see over the top of her head.

It was a list of every single opponent Arianny had faced so far.

“It got to this because you had no faith in me,” Arianny frankly replied and Shawn couldn’t deny that. “Like I am baffled about it.”

She sat the underwire down and turned around so she could look up at Shawn.

“Since day one, I have been loyal to you and gone along with all your stupid schemes. I’ve fought your battles, put up with your abuse, and made good on my promise to get RSW in your hands. Georgia gave me a gift when she picked Frost to fight this match. Fuck Frost. Do you want to know the last time Frost wrestled? It was May of last year for a promotion called WrestleTown.

He faced a 49-year old divorcee named Robbie McKay in a cage match. An aging, rehabilitated alcoholic janitor somehow managed to defeat Frost in an environment that should have favored the bigger man. He withstood all the physicality that Frost could dish out and ducked the 'Frostbite.' Frost went crashing to the canvas and became a loser. McKay escaped. If he can't beat someone like Robbie McKay, how in the pinkest of fuck is he going to beat someone who has more talent in her pinky finger than the rest of RSW's roster combined?

Frost is nothing more than a puppet, a hired hand. The trio of Jack, Radek, and Frost are just thugs. They’ve spent their entire careers being bitch boys for Radek’s dad and Ian Echo. Mondae and I made sure Ian Echo would never see the light of day again. Now Georgia is their meal ticket. They don’t care about her. They just want her money. But you see, the problem with their plan is that Mondae and I are indestructible. We are worthy adversaries that they can't beat. What we lack in size, we make up for in smarts.

Beauty and brains will always beat brawn. Every single time, babe.

My record speaks for itself. It doesn’t matter how big or strong someone is, their level of experience, or whatever. I get the job done. You think I don’t realize the odds that are stacked against me? I thrive off of that, Shawn. The only time I didn’t win, the only fucking blemish on my record is that match against Ashley Anderson. That stupid cunt got lucky that night. Ian Echo paid the referee off to stop the match. It still stings. That was my debut. I was supposed to be perfect. That single fucking screwjob, the only time someone managed to outsmart me, is why I do the things I do.

“Like you, my parents never gave a fuck about me. We couldn’t even share a mutual love for wrestling because they were never really in my life. I got into this to prove that I could be better than both of them. I am letting you know that no matter what I set out to do, I always make sure I deliver the goods. Sure, I spent the week fucking with your head but you deserved it. You treat me like garbage and I put your job on the line to show you that you can not fuck with me. But I was going to give you RSW. It was always going to be your company.”

Shawn raked a hand through his messy hair. He was trying to process everything he had just heard. Finally, he spoke. “Did you really stab some bitch with a fork and get yourself thrown down here?”

“Basically.”

Shawn held out his hand and after a moment, Arianny took it and allowed him to help her up. Shawn pulled his princess into his lap and shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“I just don’t like being doubted. Get me out of here and I swear Frost will not beat me, Shawn. This match is tailor made for me. I don’t care what type of glory he’s faced in his past. It doesn’t matter once he faces me because I don’t fear him. I don’t care about him. He will be victory number eight. I won the Deathcore Championship in a ladder match and I’ll get you your company in one as well. Just stop doubting me.”

Arianny gave him a serious look.

“And NEVER put your hands on me in a so-called disciplinary manner again.”

What could Shawn do other than nod his head in agreement? He needed Arianny and he had to get her out of jail before the start of Deception. Lifting Arianny’s chin with his finger, Shawn touched his lips to hers. Arianny hesitated, but relaxed and kissed him back.

Who knew what the fuck was going to happen next?

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